Vigilantes
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Character Name: Parker Saunders
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Post by parkour on Dec 30, 2015 0:12:08 GMT -5
There were days when Parker questioned if what he did was even worth it. Well, the less than legal parts. He had his bar, he had his apartment, and he had everything he needed to be comfortable. No reason to let himself get caught up in hazardous situations, no reason to deal with thieves and security and all those nasty little bits of society. There just happened to be one small problem. He enjoyed the seedy parts of life and the rush of adrenaline it brought. Plus, he could help the kids out – and that was what really mattered.
“Hiroshi, I’m not going to repeat myself again. This is the second time you’ve been late with your payment, and it’s really cutting into my profits.” Parker gave him a cold grin, agitation clear. Scare tactics were all he needed to get the older gentleman to move, he wouldn’t actually harm the old guy. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded arrow, flipping it between his fingers before letting it snap to full length and pointing it at his pale nose. “If you can’t get the credits, then I expect something else in return. I’ll give you another week. If not, prepare for negotiations with my friend here and how you’re going to handle this debt.”
Another smile and Parker pulled back, not even letting the man say a word before he had already left the building. A heavy sigh fell from his lips once he was clear, hand going to tug his hood down and ruffle the top of his hair. Really, he knew the man couldn’t pay, and he didn’t expect him to. But if he was lenient, then everyone else would crumble. Besides, he already knew what the ‘debt’ could be paid with.
Dust kicked up around his boots while he stopped and looked down an alleyway, eyes forlorn as he say a few children run and scream after each other. They needed shoes. He could handle that. A softer smile touched the edge of his lips, head shaking and a silent laugh leaving him while he continued on his way.
Living in the slums wasn’t easy, that much he knew. Sometimes he missed those day – if only for the simplicity. |
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Post by Erato on Dec 30, 2015 14:58:41 GMT -5
"Could I get an extra napkin with that?"
As her port finished being scanned, Lovely tugged the hood of her tattered cloak back on, but left her surgical mask loose around her neck, allowing her nostrils to be filled with the scent of hot, bubbling oil and spices. She was practically jittering with her hands outstretched as she was given two small hand pies; they were greasy, doughy and stuffed with a mystery bubbly stew the elderly vendor in the small, dented, but incredibly colorful food cart kept stirring and adding chopped ingredients onto in tandem with folding it into the dough and throwing into the frier.
But they were hot, and they had meat, and most importantly they were within her price range.
She wasn't quite two feet away from the cart when she spotted someone out of the corner of her eye "I told you to wait by the corner." her voice was soft yet firm as she looked down at a small boy, not quite reaching her hips, and with two fingers stuffed in his mouth. They were many like this one, let loose in the streets to see what they could get for food, often sticking around commercial areas; far enough to not be constantly shooed away by the vendors like they were mice, but close enough to find people who might take pity on them, and she took pity on them often. She had been lucky enough to spend the first sixteen years of her life in the lap of luxury, so even now that she had next to nothing she tried to help those who had never known anything outside the dark, dank alleys of the slums.
"Here."
The child took his fingers out of his mouth and snatched the hand pie she offered right out of her hand, the faintest flicker of light showing in his deep set eyes as he bolted, barely managing to articulate a "thanks" as he left. Lovely let out a deep sigh watching him go; he was barefoot and the plants of his feet were black, he could really use a pair of shoes she thought, but being a slum rat herself she couldn't really afford such a thing, so for now what little extra food she could afford would have to do.
Speaking of which, she smiled down at her little pie, and took a greedy bite.
It was salty, and tough and oily.... and she let out a near audible moan for she couldn't be more grateful to have it in her mouth right now.
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Vigilantes
I can't believe he's fucking dead
problem child
Posts: 19
Preferred Name: Kenny
Character Name: Parker Saunders
Main Account: Kendra
Status: Active
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Post by parkour on Jan 18, 2016 21:07:36 GMT -5
Just when things seemed like they would be calm the rest of the day, an annoying buzz sounded in his ears. A phone call. Great. He didn't give so much as a greeting, only asking what they wanted. His previous calm expression turned sour.
"Alberta you're killing me here. Shit, I don't need this today." Parker cursed under his breath, a cross look coloring his face. A hand ran through his hair. He stopped walking and tapped his foot while listening to the voice on the other line. "No, it's fine. Come to the usual place. But you're paying me double for this... No, I'm not going to back down, I need the money if you're offering. Uh huh. Sure, yeah. You've got an amazing heart. Just get me my payment." He didn't wait for a reply before hanging up.
Yeah, a while ago he had agreed to being given jobs randomly, but he didn't expect one on the first day off he'd had in what felt like months. A sigh fell from his lips as he pushed himself forward towards a collection of rickety buildings. His feet hit the ground hard while he pushed himself into a sprint and leapt to grab the edge of one building. Not much effort went into pulling himself up and over, and he took the time to drown out the yelling coming from whoever was inside. He didn't really have time to deal with them.
Each step brought he further across multiple low rooftops until he reached a wide gap. Without missing a beat, he jumped off and landed into the dust, practically sprinting once his feet touched the ground. Or, well, he wanted to do that - but a body happened to get in the way. His shoulder checked them enough to push him off course, and he stopped himself, quickly turning back towards them - offering a hand if they needed it. He was in a hurry, but he couldn't just run off.
"You alright? I'm sorry about that, I should have looked." His brows knit together while he looked the woman over, trying to see if she was uninjured. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt a random girl in the slums. Though she was cute, he had to admit. The close shave look suited her. |
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Post by Erato on Jan 21, 2016 20:27:00 GMT -5
Alright, she might have have a received a mini steam facial from that first bite of her meat pie, and sure it was still pretty hot even as the morsel slid down her throat, but she was just that eager to get it in her that she didn't want to waste time blowing at it before biting again, perhaps that's why she didn't notice the built guy with a fade cut descending from the rooftops... until he almost tackled her.
And by almost it meant he'd made her lose her balance just enough for her to wobble and drop her meat pie. Now, in most circumstances in which she wasn't quick enough to catch her food, she'd make good of the five-second rule (picking at small pieces of dirt and dust if needed) and scarf down the rest of her meal along with yet another shred of her dignity, unfortunately in this case her pie fell on an inconveniently placed puddle. There was no saving that pie.
It didn't register right away that he was talking, hell for a second there he along with everyone else in the vicinity had ceased to exist to the delicate songbird, who stared wide-eyed at her meal soaking up the murky liquid on the ground, the fatigue and cramping that she usually managed to keep tucked away in the back of her mind now refusing to be ignored.
"That's my first meal since breakfast... yesterday..." she whispered between hard gulps, it wasn't the first time she had gone a while without food since she'd been brought to the slums; taking naps in place of food was all but routine, stretching rations and black market steals through days worth of meals but a carefully refined skill.
But there he was asking her if she was OK, she looked up with her mouth gaping like a fish and her eyes still wide and burning with the threat of tears, (standing at 5'11" it wasn't all that common to have people looking down at her face) she was most definitely not OK. She wasn't even mad though, no, anger took a certain amount of energy that she just didn't have right now.
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